4468/Stone Cold Crazy

Stone Cold Crazy
Date of Scene:	17 May 2018
Location:	Knowhere
Synopsis:	Peter Quill has done what he does best: Piss off some rude, crude dudes with attitude. But have these hardened criminals made the wrong choice, when they choose to accost the dangerous Star-Lord and his Guardians of the Galaxy, in addition to the Last Czarnian?
Thanks to:	Peter Quill
Cast of Characters:	Star-Lord, Gamora, Adam Warlock, Lobo

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Star-Lord has posed:
//...Rainy afternoon I gotta blow a typhoon. And I'm playing on my slide trombone. Anymore anymore canno take it anymore. Gotta get away from this stone cold floor. Crazy sstone cold crazy you know...//
Loudly the music BLARES from a boombox that sits on the hangar floor. Rental space paid for the Milano can sit peaceful enough. Enough until that day when Peter Quill finds himself being thrust against the port wing, held in the air by an angry group of exiled Badoon pirates. Ugly, green skinned, tall and as foul tempered as they look. The one holding up the 'human' captain of the Milano different from his pals in the presence of cybernetics all throughout his body and the sheer size of him. He is big, a Hulk style of bulky.

The other two not so impressive, blasters in hands and what appear to be thongs. Not much else for armaments or gear in the least. Who neds it, right? Right.

"Hey fellas." Quill says with a startled chuckle.
"Turn that off." The tallest skinny one demands. It's slightly shorter companion kicks the radio sending it skittering and clattering in to a nearby cargo net.
"Oh come on. That was an insult to Freddie Mercury and John Deacon. One does not just 'kick' anything playing Queen... "

"Human, you shorted us on the run through Doxxal. Three thousand units."

Gamora has posed:
Gamora is returning from the station interior when she can see the hulking things approaching Quill and his 'booming box'. Her hands come up to the hem of her black hood and she pulls it up more snugly over her head as she moves through the crowds.

When the radio is kicked and sent skittering across the tarmac, Gamora steps over to it. Her tall black leather boots halt beside the thing as it lays on its backside with its big round speakers pointed upward...

The hooded woman crouches down beside the device and she glides her green middle two fingers over the series of tiny rectangular buttons until she finds the OFF one, and depresses it.

Her eyes look out from beneath her hood toward Peter and his Friends then, while remaing crouched beside the radio.

Adam Warlock has posed:
Adam Warlock was exploring Knowhere in an attempt to learn more about the life forms that dwell there, as per his usual favorite activity. His staff in hand and his black and red wizard robes worn, hood up, not unlike Gamora, Adam's red eyes eventually find Peter being harassed by the other life forms who just so happen to be present. With a sadness being drawn on Warlock's face, he starts to approach in that direction.

That poor jukebox. In no small part to Star-Lord, Adam had become a bit of a fan of this strange band known as 'Queen'. He had not quite heard music like it and it had grown favor with the Avatar of Life. Though as he comes up to the group, he doesn't look upset, merely curious as to why these beings are here.

"Are you unharmed, Peter Quill?" he first asks to the resident Captain of the Milano. Gamora gets a small smile and a relative nod before his attention shifts finally to the men who appear to only be here to cause trouble.

"May I ask your business here, gentlemen? Perhaps you are here to make a deal?" always the pacifist...

Lobo has posed:
    Peter was not the only one here with a taste in tunes. But while the Star-Lord played distant once-hits from a blue paradise yet discovered, the albino-skinned man was playing something a bit more...closer to home. As that modified crotch-rocket pulled into the hangar bay with engines that sounded like Hell screaming, even when the engine was killed there was still the sound of thirteen drums being played at breakneck speeds, while the sound of something out of any world was screeching some alien lyrics, presumably something about drinking blood and defiling corpses in various sexual manners. The typical affair.

    For his part, the Main Man just sat there, cigar lit, the top of his head covered by a stiff black leather hat, broad-brimmed though the sides were pinned up in a stylistic manner. He was dressed like usual spacer trash, but on the backseat next to him was something that looked like a massive praying mantis, something rapidly changing colors from green to purple to bright blue, even as it attempted to undo the chains that were wrapping it up tightly. Though the thing looked dangerous and horrific, the rider was nonplussed. It seemed his attention was more toward the scene happening a few feet from him, and was interesting for him to hold back for the moment. He wanted to see what was going to happen, his gleaming red eyes focused on the scene with a kind of eagerness.

Star-Lord has posed:
Peter lets out a grunt sound as he lifts higher in the air. Oyxgen flow cut off brief but enough he manages to go a shade darker, "Watch it big fella." He slaps the cyborg-aliens wrist. His head twisting enough to look at Gamora, attention passes over Adam. "I'm okay, man. What about her though, is she all right?"

"We have not touched the women." Tall and green spokesman says.

"That one is a man I think commander." The shorter one with the blaster says about Adam.

"They all look the same." The leader defends himself.

"No no not /her/ and I wasn't talking to you jack wipes."

The incoming sound of Lobo's roaring screeching machine and musical tastes has them all watching the Czarnian, even the big cyborg-thug turns its head curious at the racket.
"It sounds like two Charns mating." One of the Badoons whispers.

Gamora has posed:
Gamora rises up with the boombox held in her right hand down against her thigh, holding it by its handle. She eyes Warlock approaching to assist Quill, then she can't help but look over at the arrival of that man she beat to the job run for that strange android thing, so he gets a light smirk.

Gamora starts to walk toward the Milano's open boarding ramp then, passing by the thugs who've come to collect their money, her black cloak gently waves around her shoulders and torso as she moves. Her eyes glance over to Peter and Warlock and she mutters to Peter. "Pay them, so they'll leave." She says before stepping up on the boarding ramp.

Adam Warlock has posed:
The golden skinned mage goes silent as the Main Man, Lobo, arrives and seems content at watching the event. Though Adam looks to Peter as he exclaims that he's well and perfectly fine, Adam shifts his attention to the gentlemen in front of him. "So it would seem. Though, to answer the question of one of your crewmen, I am genetically male." Apparently Adam just still misses certain things in conversation. Like questions not meant to be answered.

Though he looks slightly confused as Gamora eyes him. Hopefully he hasn't done anything to earn the ire of the most dangerous woman in the galaxy.

Here's hoping...

Adam does smile lightly to Peter. "I too think the fastest way to resolve the situation is to simply give them what they wish. Certainly, if they wish to cause more trouble, we will ask them politely to cease such actions."

Eyes move to the situational-enemy crew. "Is that acceptable?" Then to Lobo!

"...I have never seen a Czarnian before." he smiles softly to the Main Man, and approaches him to likely ask a load of questions.

Lobo has posed:
    By this time Lobo's killed the music as well, and was perfectly content with leaning back(ignoring the skittering complaining insectoid he was leaning against) to watch the action from the perfect distance, he even had a can of something to drink along with something suspiciously sandwich-shaped wrapped in hot tinfoil in his hands.

    But that was before his eyes met Gamora's, and instant recognition hit him. The situation changed in a split second, and the refreshments were put down. As he was stepping off his ride and heading towards the scene of the action, he was approached by the golden haired, golden skinned perfect man. Far from annoyed, Lobo's face opened up in a warm, happy expression. His left hand clasped the man's shoulder, even as his right went in for a handshake.

    "Hey there, scrot, bet the chickees and boy toys fall all over you, huh? Hey I'll be right with ya."

    In his line of work, it was important to not immediately insult and murder everyone you met at first glance. Lobo often broke his rule whenever it struck him, but it was still an important one. Right now he was approaching the scene, stepping right up to the social engagement with a swat to the green cyborg alien's ass. The male's, not Gamora's. This was an important distinction.

    "Hey there Clydes, what seems ta be the sitch, here?"

Star-Lord has posed:
"Yeah lets just pay every jerk who shows up wanting to shove a blaster in my face." Quill squirms in the grip of that unbending cyborg hand trap. "I don't even remember these guys being there for the Droxxal run."

"I told you it's a male." The short one says in a patronizing tone towards it's leader.
"Shut up, Kroz." The leader says and looks over at Lobo from Adam. "Back off, this is between us and Star-Worm."

"HEY It is Star-Lord, cmon." Quill says loudly, glaring and confused at all the back and forth looks. No help from Gamora, no help from Strange. /Pay them.../

There is a sudden growl noise out of the cyborg as it's backside is swatted. It's head turning again, slackening it's grip on Peter enough the man drops with a lift of his arms, shimmying out of his jacket to land in a crouch.
"Hi-yah!" He shouts and straight shots the big cyborg in the lap. Only to release a loud "OWCH!" As the thunk is louder than his initial cry out. His hand snapping back to wave in the air, actually sucking his knuckles now.

"That does it. Kill him Brokk. The rest of you stand back. " Kroz and the Leader whip around and aim blasters at Lobo and Adam. Assuming the big cyborg is about to deal with Peter Quill who is crawling underneath the Milano, "GUYS... situation out here.... " His voice goes through the crew channel.

Gamora has posed:
Gamora has gone all the way up into the Milano by the time the shennigans are breaking out and she's set the radio down onto the table that is covered with food containers left behind by the ravenous man-children that she shares this ship with. With a heavy sigh, Gamora moves to a fridge-box and she pulls out a bottle of dark red alcoholic greatness.

She can hear the call from Quill over the crew-comm that things are boiling up outside and, well, Gamora just snaps the cap on the ice cold refreshment and tilts her head back to tip the bottle's long neck's brim against her lips and take a nice... long... drink.

Fighting going on, always, she loved it, and hated it.

Gamora's hood falls off her head while she takes that long swig, then she lowers the bottle down to a counter in front of her and sighs while she turns around back to the ship's exist, and brandishes a very long sword out from beneath her cloak, its pointed tip aiming off to the right as she stalks back outside...

Adam Warlock has posed:
Adam is more than happy to shake Lobo's hand. Truly, his species was of great fascination. However, as it seems that tensions are literally cutting the air, Adam sighs as it appears that he will have to overload Lobo with a million questions later. Peter's cry for help is easily he catalyst for that particular decision.

Lowering his hood to reveal his golden skin and hair, those piercing red eyes taking on a rare form of intimidating expression as he leaves his staff aside, instead taking a combative stance where purple magic circles appear around his hands, his fingers performing multiple gestures as he readies a spell.

"We do not wish to combat you. We ask only that you cease hostilities and return home, for I fear this will not end well for you." Adam really didn't like to fight unless it was necessary.

Sadly...it's necessary.

Lobo has posed:
    Lobo had no problems with anyone here, and he was looking on the situation with a grin on his face...until the blasters were clicked and aimed at him. Instantly the smile dropped, and he looked between the green-skins, to Adam, to where Quill was a moment ago...there was a deep growl clicking along the back of his throat, and as he spat out that cigar stub at the feet of the leader(possibly unintentionally hitting Quill in the process), he bared his healthy yellow teeth, including the fang-like incisors. Idly he glanced over at the golden man and snorted loudly before speaking.

    "Well, yer right about one o' those things, Sunboy."

    Instantly he swung around, reaching his right hand out and trying to grasp at the elbow of the big brooding cyborg. If this worked then with strength that could reduce a building to rubble, he squeezed as hard as he could. He wanted to hear the cracking of bones and feel the hot spray of blood, but if he heard electronics and metal warping and ruining, well he wouldn't complain. Beggers can't be choosers, and these guys would certainly be begging in short order!

Star-Lord has posed:
Gamora makes it to the ramp opening just in time to watch Lobo crushing the cyborg that was manhandling Peter, it's limbs spazzing out, bending and twisting to show inner cable and wiring while ejecting fluids that are a mixture of purple blood and black tech-ichor. It's silent scream inside of its heavy helmet not so quiet as it apparently causes feedback in the ears of it's tall green and shorter green companions.

The blasters trained on Adam and Lobo go off, the tall one shooting at Adam, the shoter one at Lobo who is now occupied in maiming their bruiser.
"Skreetanks, he just ripped Brokks arms off!"

"Gamora, when is the last time anyone scrubbed down here?" She won't see Peter but she'll hear him underneath the Milano. The man is lifting one hand up, a quad laser in it and being aimed at the one about to shoot Adam. "Hope your three thousand was worth it!" He shouts at the Badoons.

Gamora has posed:
Gamora appears at the mouth of the Milano's entrance with a sword in one hand and her own side-arm space pistol in the other. She scans her eyes around at the madness going on out here and then glances down to her left side where Peter is hiding beneath his ship.

"Rocket urinates under there, you do realize this?" She tells the man as she raises her own blaster up and aims at the same creton that he just fired and and she fires too. Their blaster discharges hitting the Space Ruffian at roughly the same time!

Gamora starts down the ramp then and extends her sword. "Why must all of you be so weak?!" She shouts at their foes. "In brain and brawn, you're all pathetic!"

Adam Warlock has posed:
Adam watches as Lobo practically tears the cybernetic arm off of the boss of their enemies. Well...not -exactly- How Adam would have done it, but...It's effective? Guess so. Though he now learns a bit of rather uncomfortable information when Gamora teases Quill with regards to where Rocket performs his biological functions. Well, when nature calls.

Adam then looks back to their foes, specifically at the man about to shoot him before apparently Gamora and Quill have him covered. Adam's magic turns then to the weapons of their foes, a mere gesture is made in an attempt to make their initial guns seem to literally tturn to sand and melt from their hands. Because Adam no like.

"This is your final warning. Cease. Or be forced to leave."

Lobo has posed:
    It was going down, and immediately Lobo got opened up by an automatic three-burst volley of laserbeam. Two ripping through his shoulder in two different places, while a third scraped across the entire left half of his face in a way that looked quite horrific, with the yellow skull being visible beneath a few torn and burnt bits of red muscle and meat, charred black flesh over that muscle with smoke rising into the air. The fact that he wasn't reacting like a man who just got his face blown off was concerning all on its own. The fact that even now that skull was being covered by pink and red sinew that seemed to be regrowing and wrapping around like a weed across a tree, was almost a sickening sight. The same thing was happening with the holes in his shoulder, the see-through gaps closing rapidly.

    Lobo was looking down at these injuries, his left eye loosely moving around in the socket of his skull that was slowly growing muscles and eyelids, and looked back up to regard the thugs, who were now holding a little souvenir from the beach. The look on his face was the look of someone who wasn't impressed.

    "Do any of you clowns know how rare this shirt is, how many geeks I had ta kill my way through ta' get ahold of it? These guys ain't tourin' no more on account'a them bein' onna planet that got Galacticked. So here's what I'm gonna do fer ya:"

    As he spoke, he instantly chucked that cybernetic arm aside, letting it drift through the air to possibly land at Gamora's feet. This was so he could lash out, and do the same thing to poor Brockie's other good arm, right at the same point. Crunch, blood, oil and all.

    "That's count one of a ten second warning, ta get the hell outta here. An' that's only 'cuz it wouldn't be sporting, on account of my good friend Sandy over here!"

Star-Lord has posed:
"That dirty little... " Quill breaks in to profanities without even looking at his shots landing point. Scrambling free from his hidey-hole to come up next to Gamora on the ramp.

Adam's magic turning the blasters in to fragments after their initial burst. A burst that missed one and the other that tore through Lobo, making him look like the whitest standing piece of cheese Quill has ever seen, then hes... not so 'holy' any longer.

"You're seeing this, right?" He asks the green assassin to his left.

Brokk is on his knees, head down, unlikely still alive unless Badoons had the same gift or something near to it that Lobo has, the shorter green man is on his face also, laid out after being gunned down by Gamora and Star-Lord.

The taller, leaderly green Badoon is turning slow, gaping at the quick dispatch of his companions. "I... you know what, Star-Worm, you keep it. We Badoons of the Blue Rig Pirate Confederacy are a generous sort. We uh... we'll look at is a downpayment of good faith in all of our future endeavours, what do you say?" He raises his palms up in to the air, a universal sign of surrender.

Casually Quill lifts one elbow up and drops it on to the sturdy shoulder of Gamora, "What do you say? Are we merciful heroic Guardians of the Galaxy or fearsome never to be messsed with badass Guardians of the Galaxy?"
"They did kick our boombox and wrinkled up my favorite jacket."

"You... you screwed us out of a payoff and killed two of my friends. I think we're even." The green Badoon commanders voice becoming whiny sounding, he looks nervously from Adam to Lobo, both who stand closer to him than the blade armed Gamora or the cocky Earthling.

Gamora has posed:
Gamora's eyes quickly did scan over the others. She knew that Warlock was on their side, obviously, but Lobo was a bit of a wildcard... And when Quill arrives beside her (bringing the scent of Raccoon urine with him) Gamora softly nods her head at his question of whether or not she was 'seeing this'. "I am." Gams replies to the Captain of the Milano. Its not as though she hasn't seen things like it before, hell her own healing power worked similarly.

Gamora's eyes sweep back over to the leader of the Thugz and she eyes him as he puts his hands up and pleads his case.

As soon as the big fella says 'we're even', Gamora's blaster pistol goes off again and discharges another searing ball of burning plasma at the man's knee.

"Now we're even. Tell others who ask for money from us, to shoot themselves first. And save us ammo."

Gamora's eyes glance back over to Lobo then.

Adam Warlock has posed:
With the situation seemingly well resolved, Adam summons his staff to his hand with a mere extension of his hand. Now leaning on said staff like a really tall walking stick, when it becomes clear that the enemies wish to retreat, Adam smiles kindly and with a circular motion of his finger, opens a magic portal behind their enemies which leads to the bar. "We thank you. Now, may I suggest a drink to go and calm yourselves? Though, kindly spread the word. We have no desire to have any trouble."

He does smell Raccoon urine that -definitely- is on Quill and Adam turns his head to look at their noblest of captains. "Peter Quill, if I may, I would advise a shower in your very near future. Unfortunately, your spill into the underside of the ship has caused you to carry some of it's scent." Just a friendly suggestion!

Though he does look to Gamora. "My thanks. I do not enjoy violence." he says in approval of her sparing their enemies, not that she needed it. A look back to Lobo after the fact. "Truly, your ability to heal is astounding. Can all Czarnian's do that?" he asks with an almost childish curiosity to know the unknown. He was the Avatar of Life. Which means he loves -all- life.

Lobo has posed:
    "Yeah they could, once upon a time. Shame for those suckers that it didn't save 'em on account'a their brutal, untimely demise."

    With another snort, Lobo looked backward at his ride and, feeling like he couldn't be bothered to walk that distance, put two fingers into his mouth and gave a shrill, painfully loud whistle. Instantly the bike roared back to life with the music once again blaring, and hovered along the walkway to meet its owner. This made it all the easier for the ghostly white bounty hunter to grab the mantis-creature in the back, and sling the still-screeching still complaining creature over his shoulder. He also grabbed his sandwich off the dashboard. Looking at everyone present, he gestured to the insectoid as he spoke.

    "Ten-eyes here has been skippin' his court-mandated child support payments, you can tell 'cuz he ain't missin' any of his wings or legs. Ya'd be surprised how much of this job involves runnin' down deadbeat dads, though not all of 'em are what's fer dinner. Should be a helluva show, haw haw!"

    Looking around, he glanced toward Peter.

    "Ya fight pretty well for a small, pink, weak smelly alien creature, though I never did catch yer name...?"

Star-Lord has posed:
"After I shower I'm going to replace all of Rocket's shampoo with that super Nair crap we found back in Sector Five." Despite his annoyance there is a chuckle from Quill, he is amused at the image in his head of Rocket entirely hairless, looking like some neborn pisssed off Opossum.
His elbow drops though as he sniffs himself, "God, seriously." The marveling at Lobo's regen a little more afforded due to the speed, full on healing in steroids as opposed to similar special healy durable race types hes scene.

"AFTER I shower." He rephrases loudly towards Adam, though the man is spared a grin, despite the undertone of rude from Quill he is grateful they are all present. "Man, felt nice to have the odds on our side for once."


The Badoon flinches at the blaster shot and splays his hands out and his head down in a sort of bow to Gamora, "You're right, we are even. I see this now. I will deliver this message to the ressst of my crew. " Lobos incoming rocketcycle has the would be green bully leaping back, away from it and quickly walking away, a brisk stiff legged pace that refuses to show his pride is injured, though hes very tight puckered right now and sucking in all the anger hes just developed.


Peter laughs and shakes his head until hearing Lobo, "I... hey, man! I can't tell if youre complimenting me or not right now so I am going to give it a pass. Props for the save and... cool ride. And the name, the name is Star-Lord. You probably heard of me." Thats polite enough for Quill as he kneels down and picks up his jacket, glad it doesn't smell like the rest of him right now.

Gamora has posed:
Gamora's gun is slipped back into the holster on her left thigh while the sword in her right hand is twirled once at her side and then slipped back up into the sheath beneath her cape on her back. Her eyes remain on the Thug Leader until he makes his departure and then she releases a light sigh...

And glances to her shoulder where Peter and put his arm. She sniffs two quick times before her eyes look up to Quill and then she rolls his eyes at the Nairs comment. "That would just escalate things, and make it worse... He'd start urinating in your room... then you'd die him Pink... then, yes, no. Don't."

Her eyes go to Adam then and she nods once to him. "Thank you for the backup, Warlock. It is greatly appreciated." She shows a faint smile then before she nods once to Lobo. "You as well, for your part." And with that said, Gamora glances once more to Peter and then turns to go up into the Milano again. She never was much for conversation.

Adam Warlock has posed:
Adam smiles at Lobo. "Fascinating! Very, very few species have such a powerful healing ability such as yours. I am saddened that the Czarnians are now a rare people...but they are certainly a wonder to behold. One of these days, I would like to speak with you about them. So much I could learn." he smiles big and wide!

His eyes shift then to Peter Quill at his words, worried he will do things -before- he showers, only to be put at great ease when he says the AFTER part louder. Peter just earned a very warm smile from Adam. His eyes then shift to the Badoon gang as they retreat into that bar through the portal that Adam had made, and with the snap of his fingers the portal closes. A light sigh.

"Here I was hoping for a day where we might be left untroubled. Oh well." Eyes shift lightly to Lobo as he speaks of the poor insectoid that he holds on his back. "Ah, I see. Their people are..perhaps, a little too serious about their marriage laws. I hear tell that if a Male is even spotted in the vicinity with another female, even if nothing had happened, it's primed for severe punishment." Alien cultures are strange, in certain places. Nonetheless, Adam had a very educational (not in that way Quill) visit to that insectoids planet. Kind people. Very strict.

At Gamora's thanks and smile for his assistance, Adam simply bows his head lightly. "It was my pleasure. Besides, I cannot let my friends face adversity alone." Loyal, this one. Though he moves up to the Milano's ramp but doesn't go up it quite yet, content to speak with his Fellow Guardians and Lobo.

Lobo has posed:
    "They was nothin' but a buncha geeks, Clyde, but if ya catch me an' I ain't on the clock, whatever you want."

    Lobo wasn't typically this nice, but when you had a man who could turn guns into sand, manners couldn't hurt. Not that the Main Man wouldn't snap Warlock's neck like a twig if he had to(Or at least he would try to), but there was no reason to start that fight just yet. Instead he glanced up toward Gamora, answering her, Warlock and the Star-Lord all in one serving.

    "Yeah, they'd probably burn a buncha bras if any existed there. Speakin' of, don't think I've forgotten ya, green-bean. Ya know when most folk snap up a contract I wuz lookin' at, I end up feedin 'em their own entrails for the week leadin' up to their death..."

    As he spoke, his left hand was resting on the handle of one of the many guns in his belt, the double-barrel loud one, that could turn faces into cheeseburger. After a moment of tension, he gave a grin and those hands came up in a shrug.

    "But lucky you, that thing had trap written' all over it, so I decided ta give it a pass. Looks like everythin's comin' up aces fer you, sweetheart, got my fingers crossed that luck holds fer ya. And Star-Lord, eh? Y'know...I think I'll remember that name. This yer ship? Sounds like ya got a fine crew, even if one of 'em don't just piss out in space like the rest'a us do. Think I might be responsible fer that new ring around Xandor 12!"

    This was punctuated with another loud guffaw, booming throughout the entire busy district, now that people were no longer hiding. Also, by now his face was almost back to normal, and interesting the black markings around his eye were growing back as well, apparently that wasn't paint, but rather a genetic pattern built into his skin. The side of his head was bald and now his bushy handlebar mustache was only half of what it used to be, though curiously, if one were to look close enough? Facial hair seemed to be growing, though mainly as stubble for now. Well that was nifty!

Star-Lord has posed:
"Oh come on." Peter says with a mixture of laugh and serious. She is right though and he knows it. "Fine, he is cleaning this and we need to talk to him about not doing that. We don't want to get /that/ reputation, the smelly ship of all damn things."

"Life is all about troubles, thats part of the fun, man." Quill says at Adam, "Brings us together or something..." He pauses long enough to watch Gamora walk off then looks back at the other two, "Friends, yeah."

"You uh, you might not be so bad yourself, hoss. Whats he talking about with the trap, Gamora?" Not that he expects an answer. "Finest crew you'll find. Most days." He chuckles, then lets out a "Phew. Okay, dibs on the shower." He yells in to the Milano. "Out of my way and Rocket best stay away from me for the rest of the night or no promises! None.' No hesitation in his run and leap up the ramp, past Gamora. Yeah, no lingering for anymor"Oh come on." Peter says with a mixture of laugh and serious. She is right though and he knows it. "Fine, he is cleaning this and we need to talk to him about not doing that. We don't want to get /that/ reputation, the smelly ship of all damn things."

"Life is all about troubles, thats part of the fun, man." Quill says at Adam, "Brings us together or something..." He pauses long enough to watch Gamora walk off then looks back at the other two, "Friends, yeah."

"You uh, you might not be so bad yourself, hoss. Whats he talking about with the trap, Gamora?" Not that he expects an answer. "Finest crew you'll find. Most days." He chuckles, then lets out a "Phew. Okay, dibs on the shower." He yells in to the Milano. "Out of my way and Rocket best stay away from me for the rest of the night or no promises! None."

Gamora has posed:
Gamora pauses at the entrance to the ship and she turns to glance back at Lobo, while Adam is likely passing her by or stopping as well. She shifts her gaze over to Peter then and she nods once to him. "A job. I took initiated and investigated it. There's a derelict ship, it belongs to a people I am not very familar with... they're dangerous. The kinds of danger that we don't want any part of. I saved the last crew member who was aboard the ship from some kind of cybernetic creature that was loose aboard it."

She glances out toward the streams of people moving through the hangar toward the interior of the station. "The Crewman claimed that more of those creatures were going to be released here, at this location. I came back, investigated... and have yet to find anything."

Once more her eyes go to Lobo and she shakes her head. "It wasn't a trap. It was just a salvage job I want no part of."

Adam Warlock has posed:
"Nothing wrong with a people group being rather intelligent, my friend." he pats Lobo lightly on the shoulder before Adam makes his way up the ramp. Though as Peter apparently starts to storm up the ramp to be the first person to hit the showers (thank god), Adam is more than happy to move out of his way. Though....Gamora's revelation of what she was doing does cause Adam to look a little concerned.

"Dangerous robotic species? Was it a Coluan? They are known to be a more peaceful people, seeking only knowledge...minus some." though he wasn't going to namedrop a particularly powerful villain in the universe that just so happened to be Coluan, it was something to worry about.

"Do you require assistance, Gamora? I'd be happy to join you if I can be of any help." Though he does look to Peter. "Even if Rocket comes across your path, for reasons that Gamora has already stated, I would advise against it, lest a...how would you call it? Prank war? begins."

Lobo has posed:
    For his part, Lobo was left alone with a quarry. Watching the group wander off, the Main Man waited a few moments. When relatively alone, then and only then did he tap a button on that impressive skull belt of his. A few holographic pictures came up, and wouldn't you know it, faces of some of the people he'd just met appeared. Underneath their photos, big ominous red alien letters, and next to those letters, were numbers. Very, very big numbers. With a wolfish grin he glanced back at the insectoid on his back, still desperate for any possible way to escape.

    "Well, lookie that. Looks like I gots me some jobs I can take in a while. But first, you gotta few hungry mouths ta feed, dontcha, daddy longlegs?"

    The chirping buzzing sound the creature made could be translated as thus:


    "Gulp."